After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1794

Chapter 1794: The Cold War (Part 2)

Ulric paled, especially when he saw his elementalists pause their movements. They researched Alterra a lot before attacking, of course they did, and these elementalists must also know a lot and knew the advantages.

They had also heard of this legendary "trash talk" and how it could affect their morale! It’s such a high-level technique!

"Don’t forget your oaths!!" Ulric screamed, along with the generals in other areas. "You have to do your best or face punishment from the heavens!"

Fortunately, the elementalists shook their heads of the doubts, and they started working again.

Anyway, now that the ramp has fallen, the Zabon people had to adjust their strategy.

Going against level 7 walls—which were nearly 8 meters high—and Level 7 sentries, which were far stronger and had longer range, simply wasn’t on the same level as fighting level 5 ones, which were the standard walls for Towns below level 3.

Hence, most of them hadn’t fought against one before, so many of their fighters had a bit of an adjustment period, and they were pushed on the defensive for a while.

Their shields were up, and the people squeezed in behind, while they also threw in their own attacks. Their earth users focused on creating walls to shield them, and then repair as the enemy earth users tried to dismantle them in turn.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

"Ah!"

Not every spot could be covered by the walls; when the enemy shifted their attacks there, another opening would be formed.

Still, they were tens of thousands in number, so they couldn’t lose without even breaching anything!

The earth users gulped down their mana potions, opting to create roofed platforms that fit a few people instead. They tried to let it hold more, but then their speed would slow down, and the enemy earth user could get to them before their people could reach that high.

Hours passed by with this kind of stalemate, and the people from Zabon were obviously strained, losing their energy very quickly, and more and more of them were getting hit by arrows, life and death unknown.

In contrast, the enemies were much more leisurely. If they got tired, then others would take over while they recovered. Worse was when the enemy powerhouses, like Oslo, would make a move, and their earth shields would be useless.

It was getting too difficult, but the Zabon people, according to Oath, were doing their best. Ulric’s only comfort was that it had only been a few hours, so it wasn’t hopeless. He had already sent aether letters to his people at the back to send a message to their Lord, asking for reinforcement, and there should be teams of mercenaries heading in to support.

This was until...they suddenly felt their blood turn cold. Literally.

The temperature did not just drop; each drop of water started to freeze, including the moisture in the air, causing people’s skin to get irritated.

"AHHH! Damnit!!"

"It’s so cold!"

"It’s suddenly difficult to move!"

"FIRE USERS! FIRE USERS!"

The Zabon folk had no choice but to gather around their fire users and those with heating items in their spaces. In the meantime, people from the battlement stopped attacking, and only the sentries were pushing out arrows.

They looked down with that sound amplifier of theirs in hand.

"Ah! It’s so cold. I’d better turn on my hand warmer. Ahhh, that’s better."

"Did you drink soup?"

"Is it still warm? Whoa, that’s a self-healing bowl, right? It can keep things warm even in the cold? Amaziiinggg~"

It was a bowl that had the technology from heat packs underneath it, which would allow some things to cook without cooking materials. Of course, since this was not a normal winter, the heat would only last a minute or two outdoors, but the enemies did not know that.

"These bastards!!"

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